The Devil's Pact Pt. 06

"They are so hot," she moaned as I rubbed her plump ass. "I need some of that loving. My pussy is so wet."

"Don't worry," I whispered in Lana's ears. "I'm going to fuck you hard and you're going to love it."

Lana shivered and I captured her juicy lips in a kiss. Then I spun her about, rubbing my sticky cock on the back of her skirt. Then I lifted her hem up, exposing her curvy ass covered by powder blue, lacy panties. I pulled those off the cheeks of her golden-brown ass. It was sexy seeing no tan lines on a woman's ass and I imagined this voluptuous women lying naked on the side of the pool, glistening with oil.

I slid my cock between her legs and found the wet, shaved lips of her pussy. I stroked along her slippery groove, savoring the feel of her silky labia on my shaft. Then I pulled back, guiding my tip through her folds, and shoved into her wet tunnel.

"Oh, fuck," Lana moaned, her cunt squeezing pleasantly on my cock. "That's nice. Ohh, it's been a few days since I had a cock in me!"

Chantelle shot Lana a look, then gasped as Mary yanked down Chantelle's jeans and bright red thong down her hips. They tangled about her ankles, and my girlfriend shoved the woman's ass against the rails and tribbed her, fucking her clit hard into Chantelle's.

"Oh, yes!" moaned Chantelle, writhing on Mary's hips as Mary sucked on her neck.

Both newlywed lesbians gasped and panted as they were fucked. Lana's pussy squeezed about my cock, her hips pushing back into my thrusts. The blonde reached out and captured Chantelle's hand. The lesbian brides gripped each other tight as their pleasures built.

I pounded her hard, her pussy milking my cock. Lana threw her head back, moaning as an orgasm rocked through her body. She got off quick. I slid my hands up, squeezing her heavy tits as I pounded her.

"Fuck me, fuck me!" Lana moaned. "Flood my cunt, stud."

"I'm going to flood your lesbian cunt with so much cum," I growled in her ear, pinching her nipples through her dress.

She shuddered, another rippling orgasm rolled through her. Her pussy massaged me, milking my balls, eager to get my cum. My thrust grew hard as the tip of my cock itched, begging for another release. My balls tightened, my orgasm building,

"Shit! Here it comes, slut!"

"Yes!" she gasped.

I buried into her and my cum exploded out of me, flooding her warm pussy. "Fuck, that was nice!" I gasped, kissing Lana's neck, breathing hard.

Chantelle and Mary were writhing, grinding their pussies together. "You gonna cum for me?" Mary hissed into Chantelle's ear. "Is your dirty cunt gonna cum on my pussy? Are you gonna cum on another woman while your wife watches?"

"Yes, oh yes," Chantelle moaned. "Watch me, Lana! Watch me cum!"

Lana squeezed her hand. "Cum, cupcake."

Mary and Chantelle came together, bucking wildly against each other. "I'm cumming, Lana! Oh, it so sweet!"

Satiated, Mary broke her embraced with Chantelle and stumbled next to me, wrapping an arm around my waist. Lana and Chantelle embraced passionately and kissed. Now it was Lana's turn to trib Chantelle.

"Can we keep them?" Mary asked as the lesbians came.

"Sure, Mare," I told her, liking the idea of having a pair of married lesbians for sex slaves. "Lana, Chantelle, you're going to be our sluts forever."

"Really?" Lana excitedly asked, breaking her kiss with her wife.

"Yes," I nodded. "You'll do whatever nasty, depraved thing that Mary or I tell you to."

"Yes, Master," Chantelle purred in her sexy accent.

Mary and I stood, arm in arm, and watched the orcas play in the Puget Sound accompanied by the sounds of passion from about the ship. The orcas were magnificent beasts, graceful and powerful.

When the orcas disappeared beneath the waves, and the Sound Explorer 2 turned to head back to Anacortes, Mary turned and kissed me. "Thank you," she whispered, tears beading her eyes. "This was magical."

I caressed her face. "It was," I answered, cupping her chin, and kissed her.

* * *

Doug Allard -- Tacoma, WA

"This is the guy you're following?" Tina asked, peering over my shoulder.

I was at home, working in my office. I had finally nailed down who this Mark guy was. I had been working a very routine case, following a suspected cheating wife for Brandon Fitzsimmons, and it had grown weird yesterday. Desiree Fitzsimmons was clearly cheating. And with several individuals. As I dug into their identities, I stumbled onto something, well, that I couldn't easily explain.

It was like magic.

Last night, before going to bed, I set a program to trawl through Facebook, searching every photo, trying to match it to the surveillance pics I had shot of the mysterious Mark. Fifteen minutes ago, I had a hit on a Facebook page belonging to a Sandy Glassner.

"My son Mark at his graduation," the post had read. "Been going through old photos."

Mark Glassner didn't have his own Facebook page, and I couldn't find his phone number in the white pages. Not that unusual, a lot of young people these days didn't bother with landlines. But his parents were a different matter. Sandra Glassner listed her spouse as David, and there were two David Glassners and three D. Glassners in the phone book. Those were good odds.

"Yeah," I nodded, turning to my wife. She had a tray with a sandwich on it. "Why, do you recognize it?"

"He's on the news. The cops are after him."

"Really?" I asked. I had been so busy I hadn't had time to watch any TV. I grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite--pastrami, spicy mustard, and a crisp dill pickle. "Thanks," I smiled. "So why's he on the news?"

"He's behind that Buy Best Incident. All those people had an orgy because of his gas."

I had heard about the terrorist attack. It made a lot more sense if Mark was involved with his strange ability to make people what he said. "Do they know it was actually gas?"

"That's what the authorities say, why?"

I swallowed, looking at my wife. "This is going to sound weird, but the guy's strange. He can do things."

"Like what?"

"Things."

Tina gave me a frown. "That's not helpful."

"All right. Yesterday, I was on the phone with Mike, a guy who had a connection to Mark. Well, Mark walked in and just made the guy do things. Weird things."

"With a gun?"

"No. He just told the guy something and the guy obeyed like he had been hypnotized."

Amusement glinted in her eyes. "Are you pulling a prank on me?"

"No." I explained it all to her. Brandon's sudden, abrupt behavior, Mark shacking up with his wife and two other women, Cynthia and Vivian's new love, how Mark had traded his shitty car for a brand new Mustang, and Mike and Minnie's bizarre, cuckolding relationship.

"That's unbelievable."

"You're the one that just told me he made an entire store full of people have an orgy. How else would you describe that?"

She sat down in a chair beside me. "Oh, God, Doug. This is...serious. You need to call the police."

"And, what? Mark could just command them to walk away."

"What are you gonna do?"

"Find out what the hell is going on."

"Oh, Doug," she sighed. "If this guy is really so dangerous, why don't you just walk away?"

"I don't know," I sighed. I couldn't really explain it. There was just something so wrong about what this guy was doing. "Brandon's paying me well, and I'll be careful and keep my distance. It's not like the guy's actually killed anyone, or hurt anyone. He just makes you...do weird things."

A smile suddenly played on Tina's lips. "You just want to be part of an orgy."

"Yep!" I laughed. "You got me."

Humor had always been Tina's shield from my job. It started when we first dated and I worked the beat as a Tacoma police officer. "I got some phone calls to make. I have a line on his family, and I want to learn more about this guy."

"Okay. I trust you'll know when to pull out."

I nodded, squeezing her shoulder for reassurance. "It'll be fine. I'm being careful."

Chapter Five

Fiona Cavanagh had a unique place in the Tyrants history. Despite her many crimes, the people of Seattle raised a statue in her and her wife's honor on the very ground that the Space Needle once stood. The irony may have been lost on those who weren't aware that Fiona herself became the Tyrants' thrall at that very spot.

--Excerpt from The History of the Tyrants' Theocracy by Tina Allard

Fiona Cavanagh -- Seattle, WA

"Next weekend's going to be great," Hank laughed, his hands drumming on his steering wheel.

I smiled at my boyfriend, pushing a lock of strawberry-blonde hair off my cheek, tucking it back behind my ear. "Yeah."

We were going camping next weekend, and Hank couldn't stop talking about it. I wasn't nearly as eager to go, but seeing Hank this excited would be worth the inconvenience. Plus, last week he had suffered in silence when I dragged him from garage sell to garage sell. I owed it to him.

"You're going to love it, Fiona," he continued. "The fresh mountain air is amazing. And it's so beautiful. And I know this spot. It's very private."

I blushed. My face felt as red as my hair. "How private?"

"There's this beautiful spring, clear as crystal, right next to it. No one else knows about it. Think of all the fun we can have."

"I can't wait. I guess I should bring a bathing suit then, huh."

"Naw. It's just extra weight. We're backpacking in."

"Right. My skimpy bathing suit is going to be too much weight."

His grin was naughty. "It could be the straw that breaks the proverbial camel's back."

"So what will I wear to swim in?"

"We'll be out in nature, Fiona. Clothes aren't part of nature."

"So we're gong to be nudist?"

"Only while swimming."

An excited flush burned through me. "Is swimming the only thing we're going to do in the spring?"

"Nope."

I laughed at his brazen answer.

"It's gonna be excellent, Fiona," he grinned, still drumming away on the steering wheel as we crawled through the terrible traffic around the Seattle Center.

My eyes glanced up at the Space Needle rising like a white spire above the Center, and my mood evaporated. It was going to be another long night; my feet still ached from working a double shift at the Sky City Restaurant last night.

We finally made it through the traffic and I gave my boyfriend and kiss and climbed out. "Have a good one," he called, then pulled back into the nightmare that was Seattle traffic on a Saturday evening.

"Hi, Fiona," Xiu, one of the other waitresses, said as she walked up from the bus stop. She was a petite, Chinese girl with shoulder-length, straight, black hair. I had always thought of Asian woman as being flat-chested, and then I met Xiu. Her tits looked almost obscenely large on her small frame, pressing against the white, buttoned-down blouses we wore with our black slacks and white, waist aprons.

"Hey, ready for another killer shift."

She made a face. "Tourist season is just starting, too. This is going to be a long summer."

"Yeah," I groused. "Well, I'm going to miss next weekend."

"Right, camping with Hank."

We reached the elevator and I hit the up button. "Yep. Getting away from here for four whole days." I sighed. "Heavenly."

The Space Needle's elevator dinged and a flood of tourists in casual shirts and shorts, cameras slung around their necks and visors on their heads, poured out. We let the tide go by, then we stepped into the elevator and hit the restaurant's floor.

"Oh, hold the elevator!" Korina shouted.

Xiu stuck out her arm and caught the closing door. Our coworker ran up up, her doll's face flushed. She stepped in, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at her sweaty forehead and brush her black hair out her face. She had such lovely, porcelain-white skin. I was afflicted with freckles and so envied her flawless skin.

"Thanks," she smiled as the elevator took us up. "My shift starts in five minutes. I would have been in so much trouble if missed this one."

"Traffic?" I asked her.

"Yes," she groaned. "It's so bad tonight. Something must be going on at the Seattle Center."

"When isn't there something going on next door?" Xiu asked and we all shared a laugh.

The elevator reached the restaurant's level and we piled out. "Hey, Vespasien," I smiled as we passed the Maitre D'.

A smile appeared on his lips, graced with a pencil mustache, and he said, "Bonsoir, ladies. We are going to have a great night, yes?"

"Of course, Vespasien," Xiu laughed, rolling her eyes.

"Good, good. It will be very busy."

We slipped back into the kitchen to drop off our stuff in the small, employee break room, more of a closet really, and put on our white aprons. Korina clocked in first, darting back out into the restaurant while Xiu and I sat down.

"My feet are all ready killing me," I sighed.

Xiu opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by George, a skinny cook, sticking his head in. "Everyone needs to be out front."

"We're not on the clock yet," I protested.

"Mr. Aamot's orders," he shrugged. "Clock on."

I glanced at Xiu and she raised her eyebrows and we punched our time cards. The entire staff was gathered in front of a young man with intense, blue eyes. To my complete astonishment the diners were filing out and Vespasien and Mr. Aamot didn't seem to care.

"Wait staff front and center," the man ordered. His voice was so deep and commanding. It seemed to reach inside me and, before I knew it, I was standing in front of him, his eyes roaming across our bodies. "The male waiters are dismissed for the night. Go home."

Aaron and Tom shrugged and headed out the door. The didn't even head back to the break room to gather their belongings. Who was this man?

"Women, strip."

"Like hell," I declared. He just smiled at me. What a disgusting pig. Then I realized my fingers had half-unbutton my blouse. What was wrong with me?

"Women, you are happy to be naked and do whatever I tell you."

I couldn't wait to get my clothes off. I would feel so much better once I was naked. I smiled at him, joy surging inside me as I obeyed. His eyes were appreciative as my blouse came off, and his grin broadened when I unhooked my bra and revealed my round breasts.

"Very nice. Mare and I are going to have a great dinner."

* * *

Desiree Fitzsimmons -- South Hill, WA

"Holy shit!" Alison gasped when she stepped into the dining room, her eyes widening as she saw the candles twinkling on the table between our two plates. The table was set so we would be sitting at the corners, Alison at the head, me to her let.

The look on her face was so beautiful. There was a zest to the young woman that was infectious. Her grin was broad, and her brown eyes gleamed. She was such a vibrant woman from her pink hair, her pierced nipples, and that delightfully naughty tattoo on her pubic mound. "Cum on in" it read with an arrow pointing right at her juicy pussy.

I had enjoyed letting my tongue come inside her.

I smiled at her, pleased that I could give her this surprise. I had always been attracted to energetic women, like Diane at the gym, and I had never met a more energetic, or enthusiastic, woman than young Desiree. At nineteen, the girl knew more about making love than I did. And I had almost a decade of experience on her. With mi Rey and mi Reina gone for the weekend, we had been left to our own devices, and Alison had treated me to a marathon fuck session that had started in the living room and ended up in the shower.

And now I wanted to repay her the wonderful orgasms she gave me with a nice dinner.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Alison purred as I held out the chair at the head of the table for her. She reached out and squeezed my large breast through the flimsy bodice of the sexy maid's outfits we wore. "Because you don't have to try hard."

Her touch sent a flutter of warmth through me that ended at my pussy. "No," I grinned. "I just wanted to thank you, mi Sirenita."

"Sirenita?"

"My little mermaid," I answered. "Because you are as beautiful and energetic as one."

Alison blushed. I didn't think the young woman knew how. She worked her jaw for a moment, then said, "Thank you. I...that was sweet."

"You seem surprised?"

"Well, I don't get a lot of compliments."

I arched an eyebrow.

She laughed wickedly. "Okay, I get a lot dirty compliments, but nothing so nice. It's...I'm just a dirty girl, and..."

Sadness churned my heart, and I reached out and squeezed her hand. Who had hurt this young woman? "It's okay."

She brightened up. "It is. I finally found my Master, and have a beautiful Mistress, and a wonderful slut-sister to spend my time with. It's what I've always wanted."

"I never knew this is what I wanted," I told her. "But I am so happy they chose us."

Alison turned to the food, a delightful pasta topped with Parmesan and a garlic sauce, accompanied by a fresh salad topped with vinegar and olive oil. "Looks wonderful. You outdid yourself again, Desiree."

I flushed. "Thank you, mi Sirenita."

"I'm so starving. We really worked up an appetite this afternoon," she giggled wickedly. "My pussy's still a little sore."

"Maybe I should kiss it after dinner?"

"Absolutely," Alison grinned, and took a big bite of her salad.

"Wine?"

She nodded. "Don't tell anyone. I'm not twenty-one yet."

"Your secret is safe with me?" I giggled, pouring her a lovely pinot grigio--my husband kept a well stocked wine cellar, even if he had absolutely no taste for wine.

"To a magical weekend," Alison declared, holding up her glass. "I plan on fucking you in every inch of this house."

Our glasses tinked. "That sounds wonderful. I hope I can keep up with you."

"I think you can. You didn't have any problems this afternoon."

She flashed a dazzling smile at me. She was such an enchanting creature. She took another bite, moaning in orgasmic delight at the taste of my pasta, her eyes fluttering and her chest heaving. I licked my lips, and I was suddenly hungry for other delights.

"What are you doing?" Alison asked knowingly as I slid down to the floor. "Are you skipping the main course and going right to dessert?"

"I don't want to ruin my appetite for the wonderful, creamy delight you brought to the table."

I spread her thighs, her pussy a dark shadow beneath her short, black skirt. I could smell her arousal, sweet like honey. I kissed down her sleek thigh, her musk growing stronger and stronger, making my head swim even more than the wine had.

"Eating a delicious meal while having my delicious pussy eaten. What a wonderful dinner you set for me, Desiree."

"You're welcome, mi Sirenita."

My lips found her pussy. Such wonderful flavors coated my tongue. She shivered, hips shifting as sudden pleasure burst through her. I explored her folds, delighting in giving this exciting creature pleasure. More honey leaked out, and I gathered them with my tongue, swishing Alison's honey through my mouth and savoring the wonderful flavor of a woman's passion.

"Oh, Desiree," Alison giggled, "I think you really love the dessert I brought."

"It's only the second best pussy in the world," I answered.

"The first better be Mistress's."

"Of course," I laughed, then wiggled my tongue deep into her hole.

"Umm, I don't mind coming in second place to her."

As beautiful as Alison was, and she was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever bedded, the slut couldn't hold a candle to mi Reina. When I had seen mi Reina stepping out of the shower this morning, I had thought a Goddess had come down from heaven. She had been a pretty woman before, but something had happened to make her stunning.

"Work that tongue in my cunt!" Alison groaned. "So deep. You love my pussy! You're gonna be my pussy slut for the rest of the weekend."